Wednesday, 30 August 2017

....MY HAND IS EXTENDED....

....MY HAND IS EXTENDED....

Faith is everything for you, you need somebody to rely completely upon..
It is your wishes Monalisa, I love you for, you are the best under the Sun...
My hand is extended, hold it if you find me fit....
Let's dance together until a little light is in the sky till your face with pleasure is lit....

Life is not short my love, if we learn to live with jest..
You can make it, if you care, the best episode of fun and fest...
Come come my sweetheart, come with a little yearning...
Live me and love me with warmth Monalisa, let's wait for each morning....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ८ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....8

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ८
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....8

हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ,
औरत होने का गर्व है मुझे
दुनिया बनाती हूँ और इसीलिये गर्बीत भी हूँ....

सात सूरों का झंकार हूँ मैं
लय हूँ, तान हूँ, बितान भी हूँ...
नाद ब्रह्म हूँ, स्वयं प्रकाश से बिभाषित हूँ..
रंगों का त्यौहार हूँ, सदा बहार हूँ
रागों का इन्द्रधनुष हूँ ..
और समझ रखनेवाला भलामानुष हूँ...
कृष्णा हूँ, कृष्ण के मनमोहक वंशी भी हूँ..
भरत हूँ और ममत्व के फांसी मे लटका हुआ
महाभारत भी हूँ..
मैं औरत हूँ.. खूबसूरत हूँ
दया के जीता जागता मूरत हूँ..
मर्त्य में अमृत बहाने वाली मैं औरत हूँ...

Yes, I am the woman..
I am proud of being it..
I make this world..And I feel related for this..

I am the tuning of the seven notes
The tempo too...The best improvised musical phrase too I am..
I am the infinite called sound...
I am lit with my own emission..
A celebration of colors I am...
Ever enchanting
A rainbow of melodious frameworks also I am....
A human being with fellow feeling..
I am the krishnaa...
And the enchanting flute of Lord krishna too.....
I am the Bharata..
The one, hanging in the knot of ego, the Mahabharat I am too..

I  the woman..
Ever beautiful..
The living idol of pity..
And responsible to make the nectar flow on this earth, I am too.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....THE FIERCEST BATTLE PLAN.....

....THE FIERCEST BATTLE PLAN.....

You are so lovely Monalisa,
Yourself you are the charm embodyment...
When you turn your face in style with your curls of hair at dance,
My heart bears sudden bombardment..
With a flicker in your dark big eyes, I see the Mahabharata war..
In the battle field of love you are the only heroine, the most valiant fighter..

You are ever fantastic my love, your silence is the fiercest battle plan..
The morning I miss your wish, I wish may it never again come, is the harshest one...
I am the luckiest lover, Monalisa, to have you in my life with pride..
I bow my head with gratitude to the Lord, dear, I love you,  be it of one side...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...୩ ..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....3

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...୩
..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....3

ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି
ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ତମ ଅଧର ଫାଙ୍କରୁ
ମଧୁ ବିନ୍ଦୁ ହୋଇ ଝରିବି...

ସିନ୍ଦୁରା ଫାଟିନି ପୂରୁବ ଆକାଶେ
ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା କଟିନି ଗାଲରୁ..
ତୁଟିନି ଅଳସ ନୟନରୁ ତମ
ଅରୁଣ ବରଣ କପାଳୁ..
ବିଦାୟ ନେଇନି ଉଷ୍ଣତା କୋଳୁ
ନିଭିନି କଅଁଳ ପରଶ..
ଦୁଧ ଅଳତାର ରଙ୍ଗ ଲିଭିନି
ବୁଣି ନାହିଁ ସୁନା ଶୋରିଷ..
ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି
ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ତମ ଅଧର ଫାଙ୍କରୁ
ମଧୁ ବିନ୍ଦୁ ହୋଇ ଝରିବି.....

Return I will my love
I will return
Like drops of honey.
I will flow from your beautiful lips O beautiful.

The eastern sky has not turned azure yet
There is still traces of excitement in your cheeks
Your eyes have still tiredness
The redness from your forehead
Still there is the warmth..
You are deep in the lap of sweet embrace
The color of milk and Redeemer is still everywhere in your body
The golden mustards have not been dispersed..
 Return I will my love
I will return
Like drops of honey.
I will flow from your beautiful lips O beautiful.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

The less you require

The less you require, better is your perspective,
Sweet is not always good..
Time is harsh sometimes,
What you wish with deep yearning will not match your mood.....
It was heartbreaking Monalisa, When you made a moist good bye....
You were far away then,
You are always with me in my memory now with your eyes shy..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA.

......तुम क्या समझोगे ए बेदर्द...... .....WHAT UNDERSTANDING YOU HAVE O HEARTLESS.....

......तुम क्या समझोगे ए बेदर्द......
.....WHAT UNDERSTANDING YOU HAVE O HEARTLESS.....

कामयाबी की पैमाना तो तुम ही हो मोनालिसा
जहां तुम्हारी एहसास है, हर रास्ता मुड जाए उसी के तरफ..
कभी भी सीधे नहीं रहे हैं रास्ते मेरे सामने
जब तक दरवाजे पे तुमने नहीं दी हो दस्तक...

तुम क्या समझोगे ए बेदर्द..
दिल तो कर चुके हैं कब से हवाले तेरा
बर्दाश्त किस किस से न करोगी तो बता
सामने तेरा खडा है एक बेजान अब
इस से तुम कब तक लडोगे..

दर्दों को तुम अब नजर अन्दाज मत किया करो
इनको सम्हाल कर रखना..
यही तो बन चुके हैं अब जीनेका सहारा..
इन्हीं से मुहब्बत किया है मैने
फलो फुलो सुखी रहो ए मेरे हमदम..
तुम आजाद हो मोनालिसा
शुक्र गुजार हूँ तुम्हारा...

You are the very yardstick of success, Monalisa.
Wherever you are
All the roads do lead that way
They are never straight in my front
Unless you knock at my door..

What understanding you have O heartless
My heart is at your feet since long
Tell me who are those not to be tolerated
How long will you fight tell O
Here stands a lifeless before you..

Dont put aside these pains now
Keep them with care
These have turned to be the hope for living
I have my love for them
Let progress kiss your feet
Now you are free Monalisa
I am thankful to you..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....STATUTE OF OUR RHYME.....

.....STATUTE OF OUR RHYME.....

Love is that flavour that fills the life with eternal fragrance..
It is the bliss that enchants the atomic build to leave in a trance..
You have given me a long rope to make me feel proud of you and win me over..
It is your nearness, Monalisa for which I am yours for ever..

Sweetness is undefined my love, let's sweeten us a little more..
Life is a bundle of limits, you will agree, let's look up to a little soar..
Simply think of me with a little warmth when you have time..
Let's feel us together to steal a little gap in the statute of our rhyme....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

KALIDASA.. HIS MAGIC LINES...

KALIDASA.. HIS MAGIC LINES...

Friends, we will see another mind blowing verse from the ocean of gems by the magician called Kalidasa, the giant of world literature who stayed limited to a place where everybody enjoyed his works full throat but failed to give him his place till the very foreigners who underwent tremendous difficulties and humiliations to learn the most scientific language kept inside luck and key. It is pertinent to say, the great foreigner who had to take immense pain and suffering to learn the basics of the sanskrit language so that it could be a liitle understood and researched for advanced study of the treasuries that is known as sanskrit literature.
Sitting on a fresh cow dung painted floor, taking pure havishyanna once a day, practising  chandrayana vrata, not looking at the teacher posited opposite to him back to back and daily with a limited hour of teaching for months together against a heavy financial offering as dakshina to the greedy and unethical brahmin who agreed to offer the devabhasha to a mlechha were the pains could be inflicted on anyone who brought this sweet language and through this the treasure before the world. Heads are bowed to those foreigners... who took  interest to popularise sanskrit.
Let me hint on the points for public knowledge

Sanskrit fever grips Germany: 14 universities teaching India's ancient language struggle to meet demand as students clamour for courses..

While Sanskrit is a marker of Hindu nationalism for the BJP, it might be surprised, even shocked, to know that the first people to leave behind evidence of having spoken Sanskrit aren't Hindus or Indians – they were Syrians.

The Mattur village incentral Karnataka claims to have native speakers of Sanskrit among its population. Inhabitants of all castes learn Sanskrit starting in childhood and converse in the language. Even the local Muslims converse in Sanskrit.

St James Junior School in London, England, offers Sanskrit as part of the curriculum. In the United States, since September 2009, high school students have been able to receive credits as Independent Study or toward Foreign Language requirements by studying Sanskrit, as part of the "SAFL: Samskritam as a Foreign Language" program coordinated by Samskrita Bharati. In Australia, the Sydney private boys' high school Sydney Grammar School offers Sanskrit from years 7 through to 12, including for the Higher School Certificate.

We will be looking at the first verse of the 5th canto of Kumarasambhabam that illustrates the heart of a beautiful woman and her belief on the definition of beauty. Love, aesthetics, charm, beauty of a woman's body and mind are majestically portrayed in this verse which is unique and applicable to eternity cutting across geography, time and race of humanity and sensitiveness.

Goddess Parvati was the incarnation of Sati  who sacrificed herself on the fire of hawan not to tolerate the insult of her husband by her father. She took birth as the daughter of Himalaya mountain and Menaka  as Parvati to Wed again Lord Siva. She worshiped her Lord in deep penance daily as a young girl does by her simple beauty and dedication by wooing him at his place of penance by convincing him of her unquestioned love. But she fell to the mischievous plot of Devtas who wanted her to be wed to her paramour as early as possible for an early son with valore to kill the demon Tarakasura. Lord Siva was not so easy to handle and there came the third party agent, the Kandarpa..The great sex inciter.. to arouse the Lord Siva for instant insemination. The great disturbance happened. The Lord was forced to break penance by the arrow shot by the Mar who was burnt to death by the fire from the third eye of the king of Gods. He understood the matter and went away without looking at the Princess Parvati who was trying to win Him through love and worship. We are at the quoted verse now.

तथा समक्षं दहता मनोभबं
         पिनाकिना भग्नमनोरथा सति
निनिन्द रुपं हृदयेन पार्बती
         प्रियेषु सौभाग्यफला हि चारुता...

When, the princess saw the device inciter, Kandarpa burnt into ashes before her eyes by the Lord Pinaki, with her intention shattered, she blamed her beauty in her heart.  She was shattered because she failed in her mission to win her Lord as husband. She was convinced that she could not attract the Lord by her body charm which is responsible to melt a male's detachment. It was she responsible to win heart. Between a male and a female, nothing plays more vital than the beauty or charm of body and mind for mutual attraction. No family background, wealth or education matter here. And it is another matter to attract the great Lord of detachment Himself. She was convinced her body charm was not enough to stand ground, because she could not hold Him for a moment in spite of the greatest device inciter on the field with his arrow shot. She was sure that the beauty of a girl stands to the ground only when she can satisfy her paramour. The test lies in the eye of the lover. No amount of dressing or painting is sufficient if it is not to the choice of her lover. Even simplicity and truthfulness with cool make up, if it is to her lover's choice, then she is undoubtedly the beauty of the world.प्रियेषु सौभाग्यफला हि चारुता... That is beauty which touches her lover's heart.

It is your time now friends to enjoy the verse with a short background and small facts on Sanskrit language.

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA.

.... LET'S MAKE IT LONGER...

.... LET'S MAKE IT LONGER...

We are so near my love, what is the meaning of formalities.....
When we have walked so long together, let's leave the complexes, these are the harshest realities.....
Your wishes are my treasuries, I miss you and your smiling eyes..
My memory is vively Monalisa, with your anger and leisurely nays...

Life is so short, with dedication let's make it longer...
Age is no count in relation, desire is the key to look younger...
You are divine Monalisa, yours is the sweetness par excellence...
Yours is the best term I bow my head, let me create a bright parlance...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......ଦୁଃସ୍ଥ କରେ ଆବାହନ...... .WELCOME BY THE DESPONDENCE.

........ଦୁଃସ୍ଥ କରେ ଆବାହନ......
.WELCOME BY THE DESPONDENCE.

କି ଦେଇ ବା ପୁଜିବି ତୁମକୁ
ଆହେ ଗଣପତି...
ଫୁଲବନ ଯାଇଚି ଉଜୁଡି...
କି ଆସନେ ବସାଇ ମୁଁ ଅରଚିବି ପ୍ରଭୁ
ହୃଦବନ ଯାଇଅଛି ପୋଡି...

ନାହିଁ ମୋର ଅଷ୍ଟଦଳ ପଦ୍ମ
ଅବା ଦଶବର୍ଣ ମିଷ୍ଟାନ୍ନ ମୋଦକ
ଆସ ଆହେ ଗଣନାଥ
ଗଣର ମଙ୍ଗଳେ,
ଚତୁର୍ଦିଗେ ଶୁଭେ ଆଜି
ଭୋକ... ଭୋକ.. ଭୋକ ଆଉ ଭୋକ..

ଦୁଃସ୍ଥ କରେ ଆବାହନ
ଉତ୍ତପ୍ତ ଜଠରେ
ସଂଯମ ର ଡୋରି ଭିଡି
ସଂଗ୍ରାମର ପଥେ...
କି ସିଦ୍ଧି ମାଗିବି କହ
କହ ସିଦ୍ଧିପ୍ରଦ
ବୁଭୁକ୍ଷିତ କଣ ବା ନ ଚାହେଁ...

କେତେ ଯେ ମୁମୂକ୍ଷୁ ରକ୍ତେ
ନିତି ତୁମେ ପାଉଚ ଅର୍ଚ୍ଚନା...
ବାହାରେ ବାଜୁଛି ବାଜା
କାରୁଣ୍ୟ ର ମହାମନ୍ତ୍ରେ ତାଳ ଦେଇ
ସବୁ ତ ଶୁଣୁଛ
ସବୁ ଶୁଣ ବଡ କାନ ତମ
କାନ ଆମ ଫାଟିଯାଏ
ମହାଡମ୍ବରେ ପ୍ରଭୁ ବିରାଜିଚ ସିନା...

ଗଣ ମରେ ଛଟ ପଟ ହୋଇ
ଭୋକର ଦାଉରେ...
କହିବୁ କାହାକୁ ହାୟ
ଗଣପତି ବର ଦିଏ ମୋଦକ ଭାଉରେ...

ଆସ ଆହେ ଗଣପତି
ଦେଖିଯାଅ ଥରେ..
ଲାଗିଛି ତାଣ୍ଡବ ନୃତ୍ୟ
ପ୍ରତି ପୂରେ ପ୍ରତିଟି ନଗରେ..
ପୋଡ଼ାରୁଟି ଫାଂକେ ଦେଖ
ଗଣର ବିଭବ...
ଅନାହାର କ୍ଳିଷ୍ଟ କରେ ଆବାହନ ତବ...

What shall I offer you, O Ganapati
In your worship
The flower garden has been destroyed...
What thrown shall I offer you O Lord
The forest of my heart has been burnt into ashes...

I don't have eight petaled lotus
Neither have I ten coloured sweet buds
Come come O master of the mass for their welfare
And listen the call of hunger everywhere..

You are welcome with the empty stomach by the despondence
On the path of battle with the belt of control fastened..
Tell me what success this hungry would beg ...

Come O Ganapati
See in your own eyes at least once..
The dance of Tandava is every where..In each home..In each street..
Witness the wealth of the mass through the hole in the burnt piece of bread
You are welcome O Lord by the foodless and the sorrowful...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....तुम ऐसे एक किताब हो मोनालिसा.... YOU ARE SUCH A BOOK MONALISA

.....तुम ऐसे एक किताब हो मोनालिसा....
YOU ARE SUCH A BOOK MONALISA

तुम ऐसे एक किताब हो मोनालिसा
जिसे मैं पढ चुका हूँ सहस्र बार...
जिसके पन्नों मे खोया हूँ बार बार
फिर भी तुम रही हो एक सिलसिला
मैं जानना चाहता हूँ हर पहलू जिसकी
चूमना चाहता हूँ जिसे हर बार, हरेक बार...

तुम्ही मेरे सबकुछ थी सदीयों से पहले
रहोगी मेरे जीन्दगी सदीयों के बाद भी..
प्यार क्या है सीखायी भी तुम्ही हो
तुम नहीं तो बस कुछ भी नहीं है मुझे खालीपन पसंद है....

जख्म खाना भी एक हूनर है मोनालिसा..
कुछ लोग हासिल कर चुके हैं महारथ इसमें...
घाव जो भरता नहीं उसी से ताल्लुक हैं हमें...
मुहब्बत पालते हैं उसीसे जो भूले बिसरे हो..

You are such a book Monalisa
Which I have read thousands time over..
In whose pages I have been lost many a times
And yet, you have been a series that I know its every side..
And I want to kiss it every time and all again..

You were everything to me centuries before
And you will be centuries ahead
You had taught me what love is
If you I don't have, then it's Ok, I love to be alone always..

It's a skill Monalisa, to be  wounded
Some people have expertise gained in it..
I am related to the wounds those don't ever heal
I cherish love for those who are left and forgotten...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....LOVE NEVER PRETENDS...

.....LOVE NEVER PRETENDS...

When you misunderstand, Monalisa, my world is toppled..
When you mean my words otherwise, it is the end of my thoughts I cobbled....
When hearts meet, formalities of all sorts within a limit ends..
I remember once you said love is powerful and it never pretends...

Friendship is pure and it is beyond reconciliations....
Friends are not choosen, they are not in numbers, almost one in millions..
When you wish Monalisa, you touch the soul, it is the end my search..
You are there somewhere, yes I know, let me find the twig to perch..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

........ତମ ଦେହର ବାସ୍ନାରେ..... ...IN FRAGRANCE OF YOUR BODY..

........ତମ ଦେହର ବାସ୍ନାରେ.....
 ...IN FRAGRANCE OF YOUR BODY..

ଶୁଣୁଛ ସଖି...
କେମିତି ସନ୍ତୁଳି ହଉଚି ତମ ଦେହ ବାସ୍ନାରେ
ଆଉ ଖୋଜୁଛି ତମକୁ ଚଇତ ର
ଅମାନିଆ ରାସ୍ତାରେ...
ମନ ଗୋଟେ ଗଭୀର ଜଳର ଭଉଁରୀ..
ଆମେ ସବୁ କାଠି କୁଟା ଶୁଖା ପତର,
ଚେମେଣି ଲଇ ପରି
ସମ୍ପର୍କ ଗୁଡାକ ସବୁ କାଉଁରୀ..
ଛିଡିବ ଯେତିକି ବଢିବ ସେତିକି;
ତମ ସ୍ମୃତି ମୋନାଲିସା
ହଜିଲା ଡଙ୍ଗାର ଏକା ଏକୁଟିଆ ନାଉରୀ..
ତମେ ଏକ ଆବଶ୍ୟକତା
ତମେ ଏକ ନିଷିଦ୍ଧ ଉପତ୍ୟକାର ଜହ୍ନ..
ବିସ୍ମୃତି ର ପାନଖିଲ ତମେ
ତମେ ଏକ ସୁନ୍ଦର ସାୟାହ୍ନ..
କେତେ ଖୋଜିଛି ତମକୁ
ନିଛାଟିଆ ନଈ କୂଳେ
ବରଗଛ ଓହଳ ଉହାଡ଼େ..
ବିଦଗ୍ଧ ତାରୁଣ୍ୟ ମୋର
ତମ ପାଇଁ କୋଣାରକ ଗଢେ..
ସୁନ୍ଦରତା ଯଦି ଗୋଟେ ବିପ୍ରଲମ୍ଭ...
ତମେ କିନ୍ତୁ ମୋନାଲିସା
ମୋ ପ୍ରେମର ଏକ ସୁଖଦ ପ୍ରାରମ୍ଭ...

Do you listen love.
How I am being tortured in your body fragrance..
And searching you in the blind road of the March..
Mind is a Whirlpool of deep water
We are sticks, straw and dry leaves
Like the creeper of geeloy
All the relations are magic
The more they are broken..
The more they grow.
Your memory, Monalisa
Is a sailor of a long lost boat..
You are a necessity..
You are the moon of a forbidden valley..
A beetle roll you are
And a beautiful evening
How have I searched you
In the lonely river bank
And in the backdrop of shoots of a banyan tree..
My tanned youth does build a Konark exclusively for you
If beauty is the epitome of departure..
You are Monalisa, an enchanting beginning of love..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....LET'S LIVE WITH ALL THE JEST...

....LET'S LIVE WITH ALL THE JEST...

To be near the nearers and dearers is the nicest thing under the Sun..
When heart throbs, the soul is enchanted and the spirit wants to be on the run..
Wishes are all blind and it is you friend who walks the talk hands in hands..
The smile on your lips I miss Monalisa, that is imprinted on the aisle of eternal sands..

Relation is sweetened
when souls are connected with the electricity of wishes...
The niceties of life are all enjoyed when you are by my side, with smiling slices..
Come on love, life is so short, let's live with all the jest.
The days lived together with love and care, Monalisa, are the best..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ७ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....7

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ७
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....7

हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ,
औरत होने का गर्व है मुझे
दुनिया बनाती हूँ और इसीलिये गर्बीत भी हूँ....

सुन्दरता का मिसाल हूँ मैं
बनाया है उपरवाले ने
धरती का दुसरा नाम दे के
कन्धों पर समाज को
ढोहने का बिडा उठाती हूँ..
बनाती हूँ और पालना बनती हूँ..
मेरे ही आँखों के सामने जब
मेरे ही सृष्टि मुझे कूडा समझते हैं
तो दुर्गा बनती हूँ...
विद्या देती हूँ तो
बीच चौराहे पर निर्बस्त्र भी होती हूँ..
लक्ष्मी हूँ
मेरे लिए बच्चों से मेरे
वृद्धाश्रम बनवाती हूँ...
हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ,
औरत होने का गर्व है मुझे
दुनिया बनाती हूँ और इसीलिये गर्बीत भी हूँ....

Yes, I am the woman.
I am proud of being that
I am making the world and I feel pride for it..

I am an example of what beauty is
The Almighty has created me with the other name of the earth..
I take it my duty to shoulder the society..
I created and became the crèche too..
I turn Durham
When my own creation treat me as dust
Before my eyes..
When I give wisdom
I have to be naked on the public square..
I am Goddess Laxmi..
For this only I make my children build old age shelter...
Yes, I am the woman.
I am proud of being that
I am making the world and I feel elated....

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL.....

.....YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL.....

You are more than your sweet poses,
Simplicity is your hallmark....
I am lost in your smart memories,
I was lost in your eyes, deep dark....
It is so nice to tell you Monalisa,
"you are so beautiful",
again and over again.....
Ah..Had you been with me now
There would be no distance between the earth and the heaven....

Love is that feeling, Monalisa, we want to melt in bliss..
To lose the self in the crowd of nears and dears,
Is the nicest thing let me enjoy it please.....
Your voice is so sweet,
Sweetest is the feeling of your nearness.....
With an ocean of deepth,
Your eyes are the topic of my research paper,
Ever sweetest is your grace....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...2 ..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....2

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...2
..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....2

ଫେରିବ ଗୋ ତମେ ଫେରିବ ନିଶ୍ଚୟ
ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...
ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁର ମହକ ସାଙ୍ଗରେ
ସପନର ରେଣୁ ବୋଳିବି.

ଫାଟିନି ସିନ୍ଦୁରା, ପାହିନି ରଜନୀ
କାକର ପଡିନି ଘାସରେ
ନିଦଭରା ଆଖି ଫିଟିନି ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ
ନୀବିବନ୍ଧ ନାହିଁ ଫାଶରେ...
ସୁନ୍ଦର ତମେ ଭୁଲିନ ଶର୍ବରୀ
କବରୀ ପଡିଛି ତଳପେ
ବିଛାଡି ପଡିଛି ରଜନିଗନ୍ଧା
ପୀରତି ସରେନି ଗଳପେ...
ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ସିନ୍ଦୁର ଦେହରେ ତମର
ବୋଳି ଯେ ହୋଇଚି ସାରା ଗୋ
କ୍ଲାନ୍ତି କହୁଚି ଶରୀର ବଲ୍ଲରୀ
ଚିହ୍ନିତା ମଧୁ ଧାରା ଗୋ..
ରହ ରେ ସମୟ ରହି ଯା ରେ ବେଳା
ମୁଗ୍ଧା ମୁକୁତା ଖୋଜିବି..
ଫେରିବ ଗୋ ତମେ ଫେରିବ ନିଶ୍ଚୟ
ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...

You will return my Love
One day return I will..
I will besmear you with powder of dream, dear
With the scent of the rainbow I will fill..

The sky is yet to be azure
The night is yet to end..
The dew drops are yet to be crystalized..
Your eyes with sleep are still closed..
And your waist band is still unfastened..
You, my beauty have not forgotten it is night yet
Long hair are are lying on the bed..
The Rajanigandha flowers are spread all across
The lovemaking is not described in words..
Your entire body is painted with loose vermilion of dream
The creeper of of your structure speaks aloud the tiredness..
Streamed with honeyed juice..
Wait O time.. Stop a bit O moments
I have to collect the stray pearls on the floor..
You will return my Love
One day return I will..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

..LETS NOT OFFEND EACH OTHER..

..LETS NOT OFFEND EACH OTHER..

Life is not a stage at all where we are told to act and speak dialogue like a parrot..
The best creation of the God we are, we don't need stick and carrot..
It is with you always I feel happy to talk, you are so nice to make at ease..
You are right Monalisa, let's not offend each other if we can't please...

Let's have a feeling for each other, let's make us full of warm niceties..
We are birds of the same feather, same wounds are to heal, let's sign treaties..
If my heart throbs for you, Monalisa, feel it for me I don't need your thanks..
Let's talk together with hand in hand and try to share all planks..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....मेरे गावँ......१६ ....MY VILLAGE....16

.....मेरे गावँ......१६
....MY VILLAGE....16

गांव था मेरा सबसे न्यारा, गाते थे सब मिलके नगमा प्यारा....
प्रीत पराया न था कभी भी दिल से बोलते थे हिन्दुस्तान हमारा..
मिलाप था भाईचारे का हरेक के पास था दिल अपना..
दुख सुख के महोत्सव मे मिल जाता था सबका सपना...

उमंग था मनमें सबका प्यार था आपस मे बेतहासा..
खुद्दारी के मेले मे लगता था आनेवालों की भीड़ हमेशा....
आपस के मुहब्बत से पिघला करते थे पत्थर भी..
मेरे गाँव सिर्फ पडाव नहीं था, देवताएं भी आथे थे जीने को कभी कभी...

It was my village, unique among all
All used to sing together..
Love was never a stranger, patriotism was sung with feeling..
Fraternity was the central theme, every body had a heart for himself
Every body dreamt in the the celebration of sorrow and joy..

Everybody had expectations, there was endless love within
There was ever growing crowd in the fare of self esteem..
Stones were being melted in the warmth of mutual understanding
My village was not an establishment only,
Even divinities used to live in it..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....IN THE BIDDING GOODBYES...

.....IN THE BIDDING GOODBYES...

You gave everything O Lord, things I never asked..
Made me grateful to you for the gifts I received unexpected..
My heart is filled in, my mind overflowed..
With your blessings O God, my spirit has glowed..

The flowers are bloomed with charm unblemished..
The morning dew is so pure and the green grass blissed..
Sweetness in the eyes of a kid, the charm in the evening sky..
You have poured out glistening moisture in the bidding goodbye...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

KALIDAS, the mesmeriser......

KALIDAS, the mesmeriser......

Abhigyan Sakuntalam, The Play Was First Translated by Sir William Jones

The first Indian drama ever to be translated into a western language was Abhigyan Shakuntalam. The translation was done by Sir William Jones in 1789. Till 1889 the play was translated in 46 languages.

The appreciation of Shankutalaa by the great German poet Goethe is embodied in the oft-quoted translation of his words which runs as follows:

Would’st thou the young year’s blossoms
and the fruits of its decline,
And all by which the soul is charmed,
nraptured, feasted, fed.

Would’st thou the Earth and Heaven itself
in one sole name combine?
I name thee, O Sankuntala! and all at once is
said – Goethe

Period

Several ancient and medieval books state that Kalidasa was a court poet of a king named Vikramaditya . A legendary king named Vikramāditya is said to have ruled from Ujjain around 1st century BCE. A section of scholars believe that this legendary Vikramaditya is not a historical figure at all. There are other kings who ruled from Ujjain and adopted the title Vikramaditya, the most notable ones being Chandragupta II (r. 380 CE – 415 CE) and Yasodharman (6th century CE).

The most popular theory is that Kalidasa flourished during the reign of Chandragupta II, and therefore lived around 4th-5th century CE. Several Western scholars have supported this theory, since the days of William Jones and A. B. Keith. Many Indian scholars, such as Vasudev Vishnu Mirashiand Ram Gupta, also place Kalidasa in this period. According to this theory, his career might have extended to the reign of Kumaragupta I(r. 414 – 455 CE), and possibly, to that of Skandagupta (r. 455 – 467 CE).

The earliest paleographical evidence of Kalidasa is found in a Sanskrit inscription dated c. 473 CE, found at Mandsaur's Sun temple. His name, along with that of the poet Bharavi, is also mentioned in a stone inscription dated 634 C.E. found at Aihole, located in present-day Karnataka.

Theory of multiple Kalidasa

Some scholars, including M. Srinivasachariar and T. S. Narayana Sastri, believe that all the works attributed to "Kalidasa" are not by a single person. According to Srinivasachariar, writers from 8th and 9th centuries hint at the existence of three noted literary figures that share the name Kalidasa. These writers include Devendra (author of Kavi-Kalpa-Lata), Rajashekhara and Abhinanda. Sastri lists the works of these three Kalidasas as follows.

Kalidasa alias Matrigupta, author of Setu-Bandha and three plays (Abhijñānaśākuntalam, Mālavikāgnimitram and Vikramōrvaśīyam).Kalidasa alias Medharudra, author of Kumārasambhava, Meghadūta and Raghuvaṃśa.Kalidasa alias Kotijit: author of Ṛtusaṃhāra, Shyamala-Dandakam and Srngaratilaka among other works.

Sastri goes on to mention six other literary figures known by the name "Kalidasa": Parimala Kalidasa alias Padmagupta (author of Navasahasanka Charita), Kalidasa alias Yamakakavi (author of Nalodaya), Nava Kalidasa (author of Champu Bhagavata), Kalidasa Akbariya (author of several samasyas or riddles), Kalidasa VIII (author of Lambodara Prahasana), and Abhinava Kalidasa alias Madhava (author of Sankshepa-Sankara-Vijayam).

According to K. Krishnamoorthy, "Vikramaditya" and "Kalidasa" were used as common nouns to describe any patron king and any court poet respectively.

I will give another identification of Kalidasa from his work of Ranghuvansam.. He was own as Deepshikha Kalidasa also from the famous verse he wrote in describing the the moving Indumati with a lamp in her hand in the time of swayamvara.

We know the poet to be a master craftsman in employing various poetical alankaras ,especially Upama... It was his unique attribute which identified him from all others.

In Ranghuvansam, his another master piece, he has given an astonishing description of the princess Indumati moving with a lamp for instruction of the participating suite kings of the time. This Upama is so unique that Kalidasa is known for his uniqueness for this verse. The one we see being the writer of kumarasambhabam, rutusamhara, Ranghuvansam, Meghadutam and a few others.

सन्चारिणी दीपशिखैेवरात्रौ
   यं यं ब्यतियाय पतिम्बरा सा
नरेन्द्र मार्गाट्ट इव प्रपेदे
    बिबर्णभाबं स स भुमिपालः

The kings' faces faded one by one as the princess Indumati left each without choosing them after being introduced.. like the mansions in both sides of the highway become dislluminated when somebody moves with a lamp in a dark night. Master Upama... Friends...Unique and unsecond...Coming from the mind of a mortal. Ah..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

........I AM NOT A SAINT....

........I AM NOT A SAINT....

The soft breeze is reminding me of your foot steps, dear, it is the spring..
Come into my arms with glitters in your eyes, Priyatamaa,  I am waiting..
You don't need intellect, neither gigantic words to appeal a soul deep..
It is the warmth of your heart and a little softness, Monalisa, we call  friendship..

Sweetness is in your feeling, your memory sharp enough to pierce me in the heart..
To see you in my eyes even when closed, I enjoy and feel smart..
You are everywhere I find, I am enchanted with your scent....
I wish you and your love Monalisa, for your body, I swear, I am not a saint....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......ସମୟର ତମେ କୃଷ୍ଣଚୁଡା ଗୋ..... ....GULMOHAR OF TIME....

.......ସମୟର ତମେ କୃଷ୍ଣଚୁଡା ଗୋ.....
....GULMOHAR OF TIME....

ସମୟର ତମେ କୃଷ୍ଣଚୁଡା ଗୋ
ସ୍ୱପ୍ନର ସାହାନାଇ...
ରୁଦ୍ରବୀଣା ର ମଧ୍ୟ ସପ୍ତକ
ବୟସର ଅଙ୍ଗଡ଼ାଇ...
ଯୁବା ମନ ମଧୁରିମା ଗୋ..
ମୁଗ୍ଧା ନାୟିକା କୁରଙ୍ଗ ନୟନା
ଯୁବତୀ କୁଳ ଗାରିମା ଗୋ...

ସାଗର ବୁକୁର ଭରା ବୋଇତ ଗୋ
ଚିତ୍ରିତା ଚଇତାଳି...
ପ୍ରଣୟ ବିଧୁରା ରୁଧିର ଅଧରା
ବିସ୍ତାରିତା ଵର୍ଣ୍ଣାଳୀ......
ମନ୍ଦ୍ରା ମଧୁରା ମଧୁପର୍ଣ୍ଣା...
ଅସରା ସପନ ପୂର୍ଣ୍ଣ ସମର୍ପଣ
ନିତ୍ୟନବୀନା ସମ୍ଭାବନା....

You are the Gulmohar of time
The shenai of dream
The middle scale of Rudraveena
And the stretching of the age..
The youthful mind with sweet expectations
The excited doe eyed heroine
And the pride of young beauties..

A full yatch of merchandise in the ocean..
The painted vernal wind
The love lorn red lipped
The wide spread spectrum
You are slow paced sweet petaled honey..
A dream ever incomplete and of full surrender
A possibility ever young and eternal..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....YOU ARE EVER BEAUTIFUL...

....YOU ARE EVER BEAUTIFUL...

You are ever beautiful
yours is the unique sweetness.....
Like the morning dew drops
your eyes are cool enchanters,
you are ever eternal and fresh.....
The more reserved you become Monalisa,
the more infatuated I become.....
Simply you are the charm embodied, your moods are the captivating symptom......

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......मट्टी हूँ मैं तो सुगंध हो तुम..... You are it's fragrance if I am the soil

......मट्टी हूँ मैं तो सुगंध हो तुम.....
You are it's fragrance if I am the soil

खामोशी से भी तुम
बहुत कुछ कह जाती हो मोनालिसा
जब लिख देती हो कुछ
महक जाती हैं मेरी दुनिया
तुम तो मेरा सब कुछ हो
जिन्दगी हवाले तेरे कबसे कर चुका हूँ
इजाजत हो तो चीरकर छाती दिखा दूं !!

मट्टी हूँ मैं तो सुगंध हो तुम...
तेरे दिल में अगर जगह मिली
तो मेहेरबानी हो बहुत तेरी...
सिकंदर कहाँ है क्या मालूम मुझे
तुझे पाऊं तो समझ लूँ  विश्वबिजयी हूँ...

दिल पत्थर से डरता नहीं प्रिय
सीमेंट से दिलका वास्ता ही कोई नहीं है..
परेशानी है सिर्फ पथरदिली से है
प्यार मरता है सिर्फ बेवफाई की हलफनामा से

You say a lot more through silence, Monalisa
When you write something
My world is scented..
You are everything to me
I have surrendered my life before your grace
I may present it by tearing my chest
If you allow..

You are it's fragrance if I am the soil
If I get a place in your heart
It will be a great pity on me
I don't know where Alexander is
I will think I am the world conquerer if I own you..

The heart is not afraid of stone
It has no relation with the cement either
I am disturbed with the hard heartedness
If love dies ever, it is only due to the affidavit of faithlessness..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......SEE I AM KNEELING......

.......SEE I AM KNEELING......

You are free to take your path, rights are the sweetest thing on this earth..
I am caught in the quicksands of desire, fixed in the movement to and forth..
It is the life that is hammered on the anvil, and the shock goes to the core..
When my heart beats Monalisa, it is you who are knocking at my door...

It is you who rule my life over, your pity I am indebted to..
Your hand you lent me once, I am still content with and I will do..
You are my world Monalisa, I live for you and your sweet feeling..
Love me, my solemn prayer at your grace Priyatamaa, see I am kneeling..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ହସିଦେଲେ ତମେ ଯମୁନା ଉଛୁଳେ.... .....WHEN YOU SMILE DEAR....

.....ହସିଦେଲେ ତମେ ଯମୁନା ଉଛୁଳେ....
.....WHEN YOU SMILE DEAR....

ହସିଦେଲେ ତମେ ଯମୁନା ଉଛୁଳେ
ଆକ୍ଷିରେ ଚମକେ ବିଜୁଳି...
ମଧୁବନେ ଉଡେ ଖୁସି ପ୍ରଜାପତି
ଋଷିମନ ଯାଏ ତରଳି...
ଦେହରେ ଉଠେ ଶିହରଣ..
ନାଚେ ଦଶଦିଶ ସୁନେଲି ପରଶ
କରିଦିଏ ପ୍ରିତୀ ବରଣ...

ଋଷିଲେ ହଜଇ ନୟନରୁ ନିଦ
ଫୁଲରୁ ହଜଇ ମହକ...
ସପନ ଦିଶେନି ରାତି ହଜିଯାଏ
ଦେହ ହୁଏ ପୁଣି ଦାହକ....
ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ବରବନ୍ଦନା
ଅଶୋକ ବନର ବନ୍ଦିନୀ ରାଧା
ଅନିନ୍ଦିତା ସୁଧା ଚନ୍ଦନା...

When you smile dear, the Yamuna overflows
With lightning flash in eyes
The joyful butterflies wander around the honeyed forest
The ascetic mind does melt down
The body feels goose bumps
The directions dance
The golden touch brings the sweet reception..

When you take it otherwise
My eyes lose sleep
The flowers are deprived of the scent
Dreams are lost due to missing of night
The same body turns the fire..
O beauty, the best praised
You are the captive Radha in the Ashoka forest
Beyond blemish O the nectared sandalwood ..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......HEAL ME OR KILL......

.......HEAL ME OR KILL......

You were far more, Monalisa, yours was the sweetest of all..
You were love embodied you were the very heaven as tall..
Sweeter than the imagination and softer than the heart..
I was luckier to have you in my life, it is the truth, my love, I never flirt...

If ever you chance to me, this is my throbs please feel...
If my voice reaches you through my words, heal me or kill...
I was yours for ever, let this be my humble submission..
I will reach you one day my love, treat my words as my mission..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ६ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....6

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ६
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....6

हाँ , मैं  औरत  हूँ
दुनियादारी की असली  किरदार हूँ
दुनिया बनानेवाले की दुआओँ के साथ
मैं बनाती हूँ बिगड़े बीसरेवालों को  प्यार से
बिनाश में  भी मैं महारथ हूँ ...
मैं जननी हूँ, जाया भी हूँ
जीने देनेवाली और जीतानेवाली भी हूँ
हारना पसंद नहीं मुझे
हराकर किसीको जीतने का तो कतई नहीँ

नारी हूँ, औरत बनने का गर्व है मुझे
दात्री हूँ, जगद्धात्री हूँ
बदलाव मे बिधात्री हूँ....
जिन्दगी मेरे से निकले
औऱ खत्म होती मेरे पैरों पर..
बनाती हूँ, बरवादी के पैर भी चूमती हूँ..
दूध की कीमत कभी माँगी नहीं मैंने
मेरे ही बिल्ली मुझे कर जाती है म्याऊँ...
सर्वंसहा धरित्री हूँ
हाँ मैं औरत हूँ...

Yes, I am a woman
A real actor on the stage of the world
With the permission of the Almighty
I manage the gone and forgottens with love
I am also an expert in description
I am a mother and a sweet heart too
I allow others to live and make them win
I don't like to get defeated
And never to win by getting others defeated..

Woman I am and I am proud of it
I am a giver and also the saver of the world..
I am the chief architect of change
Life start from me and ends at my feet
I creat and kiss the feet of the complete destruction
I never ask the price of my feed
I am questioned by my own disciples..
I am the all tolerating earth..
Yes I am the woman..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....VANISHING IS AN ART....

....VANISHING IS AN ART....

Why are we to miss them who stay nearest to our heart..
Love is eternal my dear, we stay with them for ever, can't change like a shirt..
You will come one day, I promise I will have you again..
Your sweet memory is the only thing Monalisa, with me that you remain...

You are nearer to me now and the next moment beyond my reach..
Vanishing is an art, Monalisa, I am a wanderer in the beach..
Your shadow even I don't have, your footprints are all a mirage..
You are a painting my love, to mingle with you I have courage..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି... ..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....

.....ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...
..... ONE DAY RETURN I WILL....

ଫେରିବ ଗୋ ତମେ ଫେରିବ ନିଶ୍ଚୟ
ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...
ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁର ମହକ ସାଙ୍ଗରେ
ସପନର ରେଣୁ ବୋଳିବି...

ପାହିଛି ତ ଏବେ ରଜନୀ ସଜନୀ
ଫାଟିଛି ସିନ୍ଦୁରା ଏବେ ଗୋ...
ହଜିନି କପୋଳୁ ଚୁମ୍ବନ ଦାଗ
ଲାଗିଛି ସିନ୍ଦୁର ଜିଭେ ଗୋ...
ଭାଙ୍ଗିନି ଅଳସ ତନୁ ବଲ୍ଲରୀ
ମୁକୁଳିଛି କୁଚ କଳସ...
ବନ୍ଧନୀ ପଡିଛି ଖୋଲା ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ରେ
ଅଧରୁ ଲିଭିନି ହସ ଗୋ...
ଫିଟିଛି କବରୀ ଖୋଲା କେଶବାସ
ଖୋଲିଚ ଝୁଣ୍ଟିଆ ଆଖିରେ ହରଷ
ସରିନି ରାସ ଯେ ଆସିବି...
ଫେରିବ ଗୋ ତମେ ଫେରିବ ନିଶ୍ଚୟ
ଫେରିବି ଗୋ ମୁଁ ଯେ ଫେରିବି...
ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁର ମହକ ସାଙ୍ଗରେ
ସପନର ରେଣୁ ବୋଳିବି...

You will return my Love
One day return I will..
I will besmear you with powder of dream, dear
With the scent of the rainbow I will fill..

The night has not passed off yet dear
The sky is just now azure..
The mark of kissing has not faded on your cheek yet
And my tongue still bears the trace of vermilion from your forehead..
The creeper of your slender body is still under stress
With your pitchers of your breasts lie uncovered..
With the bra still loosened O beauty
Your lips do bear smile intact..
The long hair are untidy and the dress unsettled
The anklet on the floor
Your eyes emanate joy
I will come the lovemaking is not complete..
You will return my Love
One day return I will..
I will besmear you with powder of dream, dear
With the scent of the rainbow I will fill..

© SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....WILL BE ALWAYS WITH ME...

....WILL BE ALWAYS WITH ME...

Love is the sweet name of those feelings Monalisa
That is not forgotten so easy nor relished with leisure..
I am still reminiscing those nice moments with you, my life
It is the ultimate, please note, yes it is called the pleasure..

Those who depart with moist eyes were destined for the harsh way..
Only those we loved most remain with us for ever..
The bondage is sweet that binds us with feelings
You will always be with me  Monalisa, where ever you stay doesn't matter..

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.....मेरे गावँ......१५ ....MY VILLAGE....15

.....मेरे गावँ......१५
....MY VILLAGE....15

देशभक्ति की बात करो या देशभक्तों के बलिदान की गाथा
मेरा गावँ समझता था हर प्राण का संवेदना और हर बेगानों का व्यथा..
दिल का तूफ़ान हो या वेदनाओं का बाढ़, हर जगह था रूह का जुबान...
मेरा गावँ था महात्माओं का जन्मस्थान, इसके मट्टी का गंध था महान..

सपने देखते थे ऊंचे ऊंचे, लेकिन सरल था जीबन धारा ...
हर जुबान से बहती थी रामायण की मधुर गंगा, और  जहन पे संगीत प्यारा...
हवा में बहता था अमृत की कण और नदियों में सुर सरिता...
घर घर में जन्मे पीर पैगम्बर और भगत सिंह पूजते थे भारत माता....

Speak of patriotism or tell on the stories of sacrifices of patriots..
My village felt the sensitivity of every soul and the pain of each unsung..
Be it the storm of hearts or flood of feelings
You would see the voice of soul..
My village was the birth place of Mahatmas and the smell of its soil was great..

They dreamt of great heights but life style was simple..
The sweetest Ganges of Ramayana was flowing from each mouth and lovely music from every soul..
The droplets of nectar was blowing in the wind and stream of note in rivers..
The wise men and Bhagat singh, born in every household were worshipping mother India...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

Hitopadesha

Friends, today we will talk on a different topic altogether. It is the सुहृद्भेद of हितोपदेश ... A brilliant verse written for the pedantic enjoyment of sanskrit literature. Politics at its supreme... The technique applied to deal with others as an advice to the society..
Here, we will see the picture of a bad character, called Durjan दुर्जन.
Beautifully identified. The duplicacy of such a Hypocrite is truly noteworthy. We have them all around us. With us they stay and exploit us. They cheat us in broad day light fully equipped with our faith and reliability. They win over us and we leave everything to them. It is really interesting to learn how they cheat..The pattern vividly picturized through words.

      दूरादुच्छ्रितपाणिराद्रनयनः
                प्रोच्छासितार्धासनो
     गाढालिंगनतत्परः प्रियकथा
                 प्रश्नेषु दत्तादरः।
     अंतर्गूढविषो बहिर्मधुमय
                 श्चातीव मायापटुः
     को नामायमपूर्वनाटकविधिर्यः
                 शिक्षितो दुर्जनैः ॥
                                हितोपदेश, सुहृद्भेद

They raise both their hands from far off to welcome you, as if they had waited for you and thinking of you. Their eyes are moist with tears when they see you, so dramatic they can act to convince the pray they plan to hunt. They happily give half their seat for you to sit without being asked.  They are restless until they hug you tight. They show a lot of interest by esquiring about wellness of mutual friends. Inside they hide poison while their exterior is too sweet like honey. Such are the acts of villains. Wonder what is that stream of acting called which these rogues have so well mastered all through their lives. They are fully equipped with these technics to take their pray into sublime confidence and them stab from behind.
Friends, this a beautiful painting of a cheat which are available all around us, in temples, in market place, in a public square... Almost all who show extra care to you need to be carefully observed.

Thanks. It is time for you to enjoy.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME.....

.......PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME.....

You are so rude when you say "please don't touch me"
Your words torment as the cruelest volcanic spurt....
Your eyes say the warmest invitation if ever there can be
The warmth of your body imanate soul's sweetest comfort..

Your hardness, Monalisa, is so pleasing with your curt reply...
Your straight responses is a brunt address for the world, to me you are shy..
Your silence kills me, I am content yet with your nonchalance....
My dedication to you, my sweetheart will create a glittering parlance...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

........ ହସରେ ତମର.....

........ ହସରେ ତମର......

Your smile contains the dance of Chandra hasa Sword
Your voice sings Rudraveena..
The calmness of the ocean is in your eyes..
Your gait is of a stylish beauty
In the color of the black named oriole
Smash the desire of unending dream of nice satisfaction.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

......दर्द क्या जानोगी तू, ए बेदर्द.... YOU CANT UNDERSTAND THE PAIN

......दर्द क्या जानोगी तू, ए बेदर्द....
YOU CANT UNDERSTAND THE PAIN

दर्द क्या जानोगी तू, ए बेदर्द
दिल अगर होता तेरे में, तभी तो धड़कन समझती..
कोई द्वार पे तेरा कब से खटखटा रहा है
दोस्त समझ कर तू अनजान बन बैठी हो !!

जवाब देनेको वक्त नहीं है तेरे दिल में
तुम क्या जानोगी दर्द क्या है, कैसा तड़पना..
तुम्हें कोई चाहता है दिल से , मोनालिसा
कभी वफाई की पूछताछ भी की हो ?

कभी खुली हो दिल, ए हुश्न की दरिया
हर वक्त लौटाई हो झरोखे से इम्तिहाँ के बगैर
दीवार को तेरा चूमना चाहते थे ज्यादा से ज्यादा
तेरे पैरों का दीदार कभी करवाई हो क्या ?

You can't understand the pain O hard hearted
You would feel the throbs
Had there been a heart in you..
Somebody is knocking at your door long since
You simply keep a mum, thinking a friend that must be ...

You don't have time to reply in your heart
How would you know what is pain and how one gets tortured..
Some body loves you O Monalisa
Have you ever enquire what a bird faith is ?

Have you ever opened up your heart O the ocean of pain ?
You have sent me back every time from the window without a test..
I was interested only to kiss your door, my love
Have you ever shown your feet, yourself ask...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...THOSE I LEAVE HALF SAID....

...THOSE I LEAVE HALF SAID....

Pain is the harshest when all exits are closed..
The look in your eyes are all I count with my breathing paused..
You never said anything, yet your words are more expressive..
Had you told me anything, I would have kissed your brows impressive..

All are not said Monalisa, when I speak you it is my heart..
Those I leave half said are the sweetest things you term as flirt..
When you stay calm and silent, you kill me dear I am always afraid..
It is you I swear my love who hears the first words ever I said....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

...........ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ସାଗର ଲଳିତ ନାଗର....... .O DREAM SEA, THE ARTFUL HERO.

...........ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ସାଗର ଲଳିତ ନାଗର.......
.O DREAM SEA, THE ARTFUL HERO.

ପ୍ରିୟା ପଦଧ୍ଵନି ଶୁଣିଥିଲ ସେବେ
ଯମୁନା କୂଳର କୁଞ୍ଜେ...
ବଇଁଶୀର ସ୍ଵନ ହୋଇ ଆନମନା
ଡାକୁଥିଲା ପ୍ରତିି ସଂଜେ...
ବୃଷଭାନୁ ଜେମା
ଟାଳୁଥିଲା କ୍ଷମା
ଛାଡି ଦେଇ ରୀତି
କରୁଥିଲା ପ୍ରିତୀ
ଭିଡି ଧରୁଥିଲ ବ୍ରଜବନ୍ଦନ ହେ ଆଲିଙ୍ଗନ ରେ...
ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ସାଗର ଲଳିତ ନାଗର
ରଙ୍ଗାଧର ହେ, ରସ ଆଧାର ହେ
ଗୋଧନ ଜୀବନ, ଗୋପାଳ ନନ୍ଦନ ବୃନ୍ଦାବନ ରେ...

When you heard the foot print of your beloved..
In the groves of Yamuna bank..
The music from your flute
Was calling her every evening..
Princess of Brushabhanu
Used to not excuse you
And then
Made love making with you
Unconventionally..
Abruptly..
You embraced her
Holding tight, O you
The loving boy of land of cattle..
The artful hero of the dream sea..
The base of all sentiment..
O red lipped..
The life of cattle folk
All around the great Vrindavan..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
.....NEVER CEASE TO WONDER....

When you threaten me seriouly , for me you are a scene to enjoy..
Your anger makes your eyes glisten, you blush to be an endless joy..
For me you are a mystery uncovered and I feel energetic to ponder..
Both your body and mind are proud discovery, I never cease to wonder...

You are an enigma Monalisa, I tried to learn you and there is no end..
You engulfed me more and more I had no chance and no time to mend..
Your unpredictability pleased me I was drawn to you more and more..
Your care and love enslaved me I surrender before you for ever..

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ५ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....5

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ५
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....5

हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ...
शरीर का भूख नहीं है मुझे
भावनाओं का मंदिर हूँ
और प्यासी हूँ मैं पहचान की...
प्यार से वास्ता है मेरा,
वास्ता है आत्मविश्वास से
घृणा की पात्रता मेरे पास नहीं
है अगर कुछ तो
प्यार है पूर्ण स्वीकार की...

औरत होना कोई गुनाह नहीं
न है पछतावा,
जीने का उम्मीद है
और आग्रह है दिया जलाने का...
जल जल कर हंसना
और होठों पे दूसरों का हँसी लाना
फितरत में है मेरी
में खुश हूँ राह पे डटे रहना...
बंजर जमीन पर
हरियाली उगाने के बीड़ा उठाता हूँ
खुद मर कर दूसरों को जिंदगी देता हूँ
हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ...

Yes, I am a woman..
I don't have hunger of body
I am the temple of sensitiveness
And thirsty of my own identity..
I relate to love
And related to self confidence I am
You won't find
Trace of hatred in me
If anything you find in me
It is love with complete insurance..

It is not a crime to be woman
Neither any repentance
Hope of life I have
And wish to light the lamp
Smiling while in Flame
And making other bloom
Is my nature
And I have pleasure
In keeping to the right path..
I take pain in growing green in barren land
And give life to others in my death
Yes, I am called a woman..

©® SACHIDANAND MISHRA

.....HERE ARE MY TEARS......

.....HERE ARE MY TEARS......

A word I have not heard from you I am missing you honey...
You may be cross with me I beg your pardon, the reasons are many..
If you miss you me too, I am blessed dear, here are my tears..
Let them drop at are feet, I have not worshiped them for  years..

It is around the day breaking and I fail to make your eyes open..
Dying I am sweetheart to see a ray of smile in your lips happen..
You force me think of you and your warmth, to feel and toil..
Beauty par excellence you are and yet your heart is so cruel...

©® SACHIDANAND MISHRA

କାଳ କାଳ ଯଶ ରଖି ଗଲା...

A beautiful Parody sort of presentation today, friends. It is a beautuful collection from
WhatsApp and re-organised with suitable alteration and modification. Resisted from posting any original writing today for this.

For this, I beg an apology for my act before the grand memory of Pride of Odisha, Madhubabu..

ତୁମ ପରି ଛୋଟ ପିଲାଟିଏ
ମଦ ଭାଟି ପାଖେ ବୁଲୁଥାଏ...
ମାଗନ୍ତାରେ ମନ ପୁରେ ନାହିଁ ଯେବେ
ଭଙ୍ଗା କାଚ ସବୁ ଚାଟୁଥାଏ....

ମଦନିଶା ଦିନେ ଥିଲା ଚଢି
ମାରି ଦେଇଥିଲା ଦେଶୀ ଖଡି...
ଘରେ ପଶୁ ପଶୁ ବୋଉଟି ତାହାର
ଧରି କଷି ଦେଲା ଦୁଇ ବାଡି....

ନିଶାରେ ଦେଖିଲା ଦେହ ତାର
ବେତ ପାହାରରେ ସରସର...
ତିଳେହେଁ ସେଥିକି ଖାତର ନ କରି
ଭୁଲିଗଲା ସବୁ ନାରଖାର....

ହେଲା ନୂଆଖାଇ ବାସି ବେଳ
ଗାଁ ପିଲା ସବୁ ହେଲେ ମେଳ...
ସାଇ ପଡ଼ିଶାରୁ ଚାନ୍ଦା ଭେଦା କରି
ମେଣ୍ଢା ଛେଳି ସବୁ ହେଲେ ଝୋଳ...

ପଚାରିଲା ସାଙ୍ଗ ଏ କି ହେଲା
ଏତେ ସରି ତୋତେ କିଏ କଲା
ପିଲାଟି କହିଲା ଚଢିଥିଲା ନିଶା
ଭୁଲି ଗଲି ବାଟ ନ ଦିଶିଲା...

ଏହା ଦେଖି ଲୋକେ ହେଲେ କାବା
ଖାପି ଦେଲେ ଯେତେ ଥିଲା ଢାବା
କହିଲେ ଏପରି ପିଆ ଖିଆ କଲେ
ଦୁନିଆରେ ନିଶ୍ଚେ ବଡ ହେବା....

ବଡ଼ ହେଲା ଦିନେ ସେହି ପିଲା
ଘୋଡାମଦୁଆରେ ଗଣି ହେଲା
ଜାହାଜ ବିକିଲା, ଦେଶ ରୁ ଲୁଚିଲା
କାଳ କାଳ ଯଶ ରଖି ଗଲା...

କହିଲା ଲୋକଙ୍କ କାନେ କାନେ
ଉଠିବ ଆଉ ହେ କେତେ ଦିନେ
ମଦ ର ଗୌରବ ମଦ ର ମହିମା
ପଡୁନାହିଁ କିରେ ତମ କାନେ...

ଦେଶୀ ମଦ ସଂଗେ ବିରିୟାନୀ
କୁକୁଡା ଝୋଳ ରେ ଭୂଜା ପାଣି ।
କେତେ ରକମ ର ଚଖଣା ଚଖେଇ
ଦେଶ ଛାଡି ହେଲା କଳାପାଣି.....

By SACHIDANAND MISHRA

...NOTHING IS FOND AND FAIR...

...NOTHING IS FOND AND FAIR...

Life is not a bed of rose, thorns are all we get in our share..
Words are elusive with meanings, in love nothing is fond and fair..
Happiness pass away swifter like a passing shower in a glimpse..
Sweetness is a name sake only there are many a sips between the cup and the lips..

I seek your kind note, your hand for sure with soft assurance
Feel me,I am yours all, a nod I wait for as the strong insurance...
This is my heart, Monalisa,  I will be happy if my throb is heard..
If you have time with will, deal me beyond my word....

©® SACHIDANAND MISHRA

.....मेरे गावँ......१४ ....MY VILLAGE....14

.....मेरे गावँ......१४
....MY VILLAGE....14

अनोखा था मेरा गावँ हर पन्ना उसका था अनोखा
घर घर मे स्वर्ग बसता था उनमें बसते थे देवता
सुख था, समृद्धि भी, अगर बंधन था तो सिर्फ प्यार का
लड़ते थे अगर लोग कभी तो अपनों से नहीं, इकट्ठे हालात का...

बैर था.. लेकिन गुस्से से, डरते थे भय से भेतव्य कोई न था.....
रोना धोना सिर्फ प्यार के वल पर
आंखे लाल होते थे सिर्फ यौन सम्बेदना से..
भीख मांगते थे लोग प्यार मुहब्बत के, झूठमूठ का मन मुटाव था..
अनोखे थे गाँववाले मेरे और मेरा गाँव था अनोखा...

My village was unique and every page of it had uniqueness..
There was heaven in every home and deities came to reside..
There was happiness and prosperity
If there was any bondage ever,  it was in love affection...
And people fought against the adversity, not among themselves..

Enimity was against anger itself, afraid were they from fear and fearsome there was none....
Weeping was only out of love, eyes turned red in sex adventures..
People begged for soft feelings, difference of opinion was all make believe...
My village was all unique and my villagers uniqueness...

©® SACHIDANAND MISHRA

....WHAT SIN I COMMITED O LORD..

....WHAT SIN I COMMITED O LORD..

You gave me the life , my God
And gave all the hopes to live also
Filled the blue sky with vast unendingness in....
Intense depth the ocean was awarded
Brought in all the colors into the dancing garden...
There were whirling ripples
Sweet flows in the stream
If I got the right address while wandering
What sin I committed O Lord
To your wish if I wanted to die alone
What crime I did ?

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......KALIDASA, THE GREAT SOCIAL SCINTIST...

.......KALIDASA, THE GREAT SOCIAL SCINTIST...

Friends, today is a day, I will take the risk of analysing the greatest ever advice to the womanhood of the world wherever the girl is uprooted from her parents abode for ever institutionally to manage another home, to mingle herself in a new eco system, to interact with a different set of relatives all with practical arrogance and pride of ownership, with a dream to live a conjugal life with a man older in age, unknown till a tie was knotted around her hand with him. In those days, a girl was given...Yes the word is thus meant...Offered because she was the greatest property, wealth, possession a house holder had, in oblation... again mark the word... presented to the God incarnate... the son in law..The most revered relation for a house holder....In an age she was to enter adolescence... Yes, KALIDASA has depicted the reality in the time frame not much different in rural India even now. Naturally, she is to be advised by the eldest member of the family on the technicalities of conjugal issues. Here, the great sage Kanwa, takes the brunt...There was no female member in Hermitage, except students.. We will see the magic of this advice today...I swear to be received by all and sundry in this fraternity, word by word... We have lost the fine thread of tradition in these 70 years our system was taken over by demons.

        शुश्रूषस्व गुरून् कुरु प्रियसखी
                   वृत्तिं सपत्नीजने
        भर्तुर्विप्रकृतापि रोषणतया
                    मा स्म प्रतीपं गमः
         भूयिष्ठं भव दक्षिणा परिजने
                    भाग्येष्वनुत्सेकिनी
          यान्त्येवं गृहिणीपदं युवतयः
                    वामाः कुलस्याधयः  IV-18

In these four lines, we will see the entire gamut of a young girl's nightmare..All the complexities of the critical time has been so beautifully answered point wise...Earmarked with justice...An entire sea has been accommodated in a small pitcher...We will see the marvel of sanskrit language ..So scientifically devised... The whole life of a girl entering into the new home is explained with completeness.

This is the advice of Kanva to Sakuntala:
“Listen to your in-laws and elders and serve them, look upon the other wives of the King as your dear friends, even when you get angry with your husband keep your cool and do not act on impulse, be generous with your servants, do not be conceited about your good fortunes. By following these dictums you will acquire the status of a true housewife. Those who do the opposite cause great mental agony to the family.

Let's see..What counts as the new life most... the in laws..
1.  The elders...Parents in law and their elders. The way to please them...A new entrant has to please everybody..That is the technique...By service...Care and loyal manners...The easiest way is to nurse them with care because they need it the most in their old age.
2.  कुरु प्रियसखीवृत्तिं सपत्नीजने.. Next important people who count to the new entrant into a royal harem are co wives...Seniors who ruled the inner court and the husband. The little girl has to overcome the mischievous queens. The sage advises her to be friendly with them.and not torment them being the most beloved of her husband. To win them needs cool sharing ..And winning their hearts.
3.  Treat your husband with brain.. don't take advantage of his unquestioned love towards you. Don't act impulsively..Normal to a young girl with husband's complete submission. Discord starts with arrogance.. when misunderstood, don't go before the angry husband and buy time for the inevitable at leisure. भर्तुर्विप्रकृतापि रोषणतया मा स्म प्रतीपं गमः ..The best way is not to argue and hurt his ego.. wah..What a nice term..
4.  The house hold consists of more relatives... Servants...They are part of household...And a young entrant has to look after them ..Treat them for happy conjugal life...Wah...Great were those days when servants..Guests...Beggars and outsiders were relevant to a kulabadhu..The new entrant needed to look after.. this was heaven...Under the Sun...On this earth..Even divinities vied the life for...Using Shakuntala was to take care of them also with love and care...भूयिष्ठं भव दक्षिणा परिजने .. be excessive soft on those who serve you because they would treat you as mother..Before you give birth to a new born... Friends..How many of us advise our child..
5.  The most pertinent one...Don't be arrogant out of good fortune..Don't fall a pray of pride..Good days bring prejudice.. be careful not to mistreat your good luck... Good days may be lived with head bowed down.. she was the most powerful queen of a large kingdom with entire love of the king in her bag.. भाग्येष्वनुत्सेकिनी
6.  These are the only ways young women lead an exalted life in the household...Everything laid down thread bare.  यान्त्येवं गृहिणीपदं युवतयः वामाः कुलस्याधय...Those who don't follow become the destroyer of the cult..As if everything rests on the shoulders of the young girl who has not reached teen age. She is the center of the entire family...Here the palace with hundreds of guests and servants...She has to.please her husband, care the elders..Look after her servants.. Share with her co wives to keep them with equal dignity and what not..

Here I rest my friend wishing my best to relish the great Indian culture..The social niceties..The magic of the language..The greatness of KALIDASA.. and your happy time. Thanks.

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

Saturday, 5 August 2017

......ଉର୍ବଶୀ ଅଳପହସା ରେ....

......ଉର୍ବଶୀ ଅଳପହସା ରେ....

Your gait has the rhythm of peacock
Your smile is all rainbow..
Your voice is sweeter than the tone of veena, O devine beauty
I won't forget it however I try..
O beauty with intoxicating style
O one with soft hair
You are with heavy buttocks and doe eyed
I address you O Urvashi, master of heartbeats, with controlled smile..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......WHERE DEVILS FAIL....

.......WHERE DEVILS FAIL....

No sound is heard when a heart is broken
Not a single wing flutters when the mirror is shattered..
You are gone Monalisa with all the sweet memories
The foot prints remain with ah.. in red, sweetness martyred...

Love is never wasted, ever young, so you vouched once
It is a road traversed by valour with faith..
Friendship sings where devils fail
Amnesty melts mountains  with the impact it maketh...

To err is human and I have every right to err
The fields, vale and the air are all singing of your smell..
The brush lies unused, the aisle is waiting for someone
Everything stands still, Monalisa, no one is here to ring the bell....

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

..ए कठोर, तू बता, कौन सा रास्ता है.... TELL ME O CRUEL, THE SHORT

..ए कठोर, तू बता, कौन सा रास्ता है....
TELL ME O CRUEL, THE SHORT CUT

खामोशी से भी तुम
बहुत कुछ कह जाती हो मोनालिसा
जब लिख देती हो कुछ
महक जाता हैं मेरे दुनिया
मेरे ईमान पे तो भरोसा की हो तुम
मुहब्बत कितना है तुम से
इजाजत हो तो खुल के बता दूं ?

प्यार करता हूँ तुम्हें
हक़ है तेरे मन पे, तन पे भी
तेरे होठों को मेरे पास ही रहने दो
लाख लाख सुक्रिया खुदा की
तेरे दिल को मेरे हवाले तो पहले से कर चुकी हो...

तरस तो मैं रहा हूँ मेरे हमदम
तेरे इश्क़ में पागल हूँ...
तुझे पाना मेरा सपना है
आंखों में तेरे देखना है मुझको
मुझे बता, ए कठोर, कौन सा रास्ता है...

तुम्हें प्यार करना शौक नहीं है मेरा
तुम तो मेरे जिंदगी हो
तुम्हें मैं पा चुका हूँ सदियों से पहले
तेरे बदन से पूछ ले गवाही वही देगा

You speak a lot, Monalisa
In silence..
When you scribe down something
My world becomes perfumed..
You have relied on my senses
Let me open my heart
How much I love you, if you permit me..

I love you, you know
I have right on your heart
Even on your body..
Leave your lips with me
You have made me own your heart
A million thanks O God...

I am suffering my love
Infatuated with your charm
I dream to own you one day..
I want to see me in your eyes
Tell me O cruel, the short cut way if you can..

It is not a fancy to love you
You are my life yourself
I have owned you centuries back
Ask your body
The very witness it is..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....AND FEEL THE PLEASURE...

....AND FEEL THE PLEASURE...

Sweetness is that feeling which best strives to touch..
Through the colors it spreads its message as much..
The defeat of the patience in its willful cover is called hatred..
Love and care are the blessings of the God, let's not get it betrayed...

You are now gone Monalisa, gone is the spring with you..
The cockoo is missing in mango branches, vanished morning dew...
My lines are only for you, read them and feel them at your leisure..
If it reaches you with the softness, relish it and feel the pleasure...

©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....ବାସନାର କୃଷ୍ଣ କଜ୍ବଳ ....

....ବାସନାର କୃଷ୍ଣ କଜ୍ବଳ ....

Is the mind the same in every spring, Monalisa ?
Is there the history of the centuries
Written on the fallen petals
And light foot prints of Bumble bee ?
Can the life with spent force
Dream of youth
In the decentralised circumference ?
   Did you sing the
   Farewell song of an ancient man
   Drenched in slow rain
   And darkened your eyes with
   Black desire ?

   ©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

..MEMORY OF YOUR PARTING KISS.

..MEMORY OF YOUR PARTING KISS.

Life is all a misery when sweet memories are on a prowl..
When we are haunted mercilessly, neither we protest nor can we howl..
You can't leave me Monalisa, you are the Lord of my feeling...
You are the active occupant of my leisures Priya, you know the art of healing..

Your smile is the magic my heart understands to throb..
What we don't forget however we may try is the nice idea of love...
When the birds chirp or the budding opens, you come to my mind..
The memory of your parting kiss churns me within and makes me blind...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ४ ....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....4

.......हाँ, मैं औरत हूँ....... ४
....YES, I AM THE WOMAN....4

मैं औरत हूँ...
सृष्टि की सरजनहारिणी प्रकृति हूँ..
जड़ हूँ.. इसीलिए पुरुष की प्राप्ति हूँ...
प्रसूति हूँ, रस निष्पत्ति भी हूँ..
बिधात्री हूँ उपलब्धि भी हूँ...
भामिनि हूँ अनुगामिनी हूँ
और सर्बंसहा धरित्री हूँ...
कपटपाशा में पराहता द्रौपदी हूँ.
कृष्णसखि कृष्णा हूं और महाभारत हूँ...
जिंदगी की सतरंज में
अप्रस्तुत औरत हूँ.....

I am the woman..
I am the nature,
The initiater of the creation...
I am inert..
I am the slave of the man the reason is that....
I give birth
And I am the enjoyment of orgasm..
Origin I am and I am the receipt..
The satisfaction and the follower too..
And I am the earth the sole tolerater
The insulted Draupadi I am in the treacherous dice game
Sakhi of Lord Krishna
And myself is the Mahabharata..
I am the unprepared woman
In the chess board of life..

©® SACHIDANAND MISHRA






WAITING FOR THE MORNING DEW

WAITING FOR THE MORNING DEW

You are the sweetest Monalisa, I was in search till now....
Thanks for your faith, dear, your confidence in me was a big wow..
Life is an experiment honey, let's paint it with all the color..
Yes, I had chosen you and my job was over..

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill...
It is true in our days dear, not just a quote merely...
I loved you one sided, you were never concerned we knew..
You are no more alas,
The night is long over, waiting for the morning dew..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

Tuesday, 1 August 2017

......ଏଠୁ ସେଠୁ ଯୋଡି କଣ କବିତା ଲେଖନ୍ତି..... .LINKED SCRAPS ARE NOT POETRY.

......ଏଠୁ ସେଠୁ ଯୋଡି କଣ କବିତା ଲେଖନ୍ତି.....
.LINKED SCRAPS ARE NOT POETRY.

ମଳୟ ସେ ବହୁଥାଉ
କୋଇଲି ବଂଶୀ ବଜାଉ
ସବୁ ସପନ ପାଇଁକି ଅଣ୍ଟଇନି ରାତି...
ମୁଢି ଖାଉ ଖାଉ ସିନା
ଗୁଲି ଖଟି କରିହୁଏ
ଏଠୁ ସେଠୁ ଯୋଡି କଣ କବିତା ଲେଖନ୍ତି.....
ମୋନାଲିସା !
କହିଥିଲ ତମେ ମତେ ଥରେ
ବାଜୁଥିଲା ଯେତେ ବେଳେ
ବିଦାୟ ର ସାହାନାଇ...
ଯିଏ ଯାଏ ଫେରାଏନି ମୁହଁ
ଶୋଇଥିବା ପୁଅ ରହିଥାଏ ଶୋଇ...
ସକାଳ କଅଁଳ ଖରା
ଅକାଳ ପଖାଳ ପରି ନିଦ ଭରା...
ଉଦାସିଆ ପ୍ରିତୀ ନୁହେଁ
ଅଦିନ ବରଷା ପରି
ଆଉ ଚଇତି ପବନ ଦିଏ ନାଇଁ ଧରା..
ଜୀବନଟା ନୁହେଁ ଏକ ଧରାବନ୍ଧା
ସଉଦାର ଅବୁଝା ପସରା..
ସୁଖ ଅଛି, ଦୁଃଖ ଅଛି
ଅସମାହିତ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନର ସମ୍ପଦ ବି ଅଛି...
ସମାଧାନ ଖୋଜିଲେ ହିଁ ମିଳେ
କାଳ ଯେବେ ନିଏ ଡାକି
ନେଇଯାଏ ବାଛି ବାଛି...

Let the spring blow
And cuckoo the flute
The night is short for all dreams...
You can talk bull's story
While engaged in baked rice
Poetry is not written by linking scrap streams..
Monalisa !!
You told me once I remember
Listening to the farewel music in shehnai..
One who goes never returns
The baby asleep remains asleep..
The maiden morning sun
Is enchanting like unusual watery rice..
Uninterested love is not like untimely rain
The wind of early April is not easily enjoyable..
Life is not an unintelligible shop of fixed deal..
Here you will find happiness
Here is sorrow
You will also find a treasure of hard problems..
If you search, you find solutions
Time is so cruel
Picks up what it wishes...

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....YOUR GOOD MORNING....

....YOUR GOOD MORNING....

The beginning was always with you, the world was full of glitters..
Life was a pleasure itself, the moments were all red letters..
It was my yearning hour Monalisa, I started the day with learning..
The most enchanting thing in my life was
Your good morning..

To reach you the earliest was prime goal, wished to be the fastest runner...
You were always seen at every cross road and at every corner...
Eyes can't be closed when the heart is with you..
When they are open Monalisa, you are everywhere with the view..

©® SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
.....मेरे गावँ......१३
....MY VILLAGE....13

सपने देखते थे हम साथ साथ, एक दूसरे के लिए भी..
रात देता था सुकून सबको आंखों में नींद भी..
सुबह सब लूटते थे सुनहरी रोशनी ओस कणों को समेटने के बाद..
मिलते थे हंसते थे और बैठते थे इकट्ठे कसम भी खाते थे करके भूले बिसरों को याद...

ऐसा था मेरा गावँ गर्ब था जिस पर हर ग्रामबासी का
अनोखापन जबरदस्त, जवाब था नहीं हर हंसी हर खुशी का
आते थे धरती पर खुशहाली लेकर आलम था मुस्कराहट की
छोड़ता था जब कोई दुनिया, तो हरिनाम था हर जवान पे...

We all dreamt together, even for each other
Night came to bless all with peace and tranquillity..
The golden rays of the morning Sun was enjoyed by one and all
After dew drops were collected , my village was like this
All were meeting, smiling and sitting together
And remembered all those who were forgotten and lost...

Thus was my village every inhabitant was proud of..
Uniqueness was brilliant and there was no comparison for each joy and each smile..
Any birth in the village was an occasion of common happiness
When somebody departed, everybody invoked the Almighty..

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धन्यबाद बंधु... आपके छबि को उधार देनेके लिए...

...GARDENS OF FLOWER, PRABHU...

Friends, Just mark the communication between the mother and the baby... God Almighty wants only this... Faith and complete surrender.

...GARDENS OF FLOWER, PRABHU...

Dreaming is not a wrong thing O God
Because you have given fantasy..
Scheming is bad certainly
Your creation is flawless and beyond words is your super supremacy...

You are the Sun with all its energy
The moon with its soothing cool...
You have given us the gardens of flower, prabhu
To praise you, we are ever ready and
we are your tool.

You have given us the safest shelter
You have given us a vast blue sky..
We owe you our everything Lord
You are the doer, we greet you with gratitude, shy...

The voice in us is you Creator
The words are your gift..
With a begging bowl, you have sent me down
I am touched with your confidence in me, help me be fit...

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......KALIDASA, THE KRANTIKARI.....

......KALIDASA, THE KRANTIKARI.....

Today, we will see the third of the topmost verses by Kalidasa....The poet who could see the extreme of human relation and  its social values with dignity and propriety in social behaviour. In those days, people put importance on personal glory and ethics in every stage. We will see the glorification of the most sacred institution called relationship what we call today for marriage....Love marriage in those days and the glory it carried. It will be a surprise, friends, in pre Mahabharata age... Today's brow raiser.. love marriage had its dignity...Its status..With glory...And the great Kalidasa has portrayed it in the highest resplendency...

Shakuntala was a deserted baby brought up in a Hermitage in the deep forest far sway from society..In a restricted atmosphere of penance and renunciation to be given away in time to lead conjugal life. She had a devine origin and fell in love with king, Dushyanta and consumed the conjugal relation in the forest itself. The king went away with a promise to come for her hand with due procedure from the sage Kanwa. The fate prevailed and he was cursed to forget his promise putting everything in disarray. The issue came to light and the sage had to send her with a letter to the king. We will discuss the letter with its content, the only verse in Kalidasa's verse of four lines that speak the entire institution of marriage thread bare.

      अस्मान् साधु विचिन्त्य संयमधना
               नुच्चै: कुलं चात्मन-
       स्त्वय्यस्या कथमप्यबान्धवकृताम्
               स्नेहप्रवृत्तिं च ताम् ।
       सामान्यप्रतिपत्तिपूर्वकमियं
               दारेषु दृश्या त्वया
       भाग्यायत्तमतःपरं न खलु तद
               वाच्यं वधूबन्धुभिः ||

We will find the fantastic idea of relationship in Hindu family system. A girl who is an integral part of a joint family born as the integral part of blood and flesh of the parents, brought up with love and affection as the idol of the bosom, taken care of with all the attention, is given to another social unit with pleasure and hope to lead a joint family all of a sudden. We will also see on record the principle on which the institution of marriage rested and does now and the sweet relationship between in laws. In KANWA'S voice Kalidasa illustrates the wonder of ancient code of conduct in the institution called marriage... Which is much detested in present days loading the courts with burden. Let's see the magic..

This is the message of Kanva to Dushyanta concerning Sakuntala:
“Considering us hermits whose only wealth is tapasya , your own birth in a noble family, the love of Sakuntala for you in bringing about which her relatives had no role, you, as her husband, should give her an equal status and love among your wives. Anything beyond this will depend on her bhaagya or luck, the relatives of the bride have no say about that. “

1. Love is eternal and it is between two stake holders...Two love lorn souls. It never looks into the back grounds of the boy and the girl who are striken with thunderbolt. The most powerful sovereign king of the land sees a forest girl brought up in the lap of the nature and falls in love. He approaches the girl himself, asks her love by introducing him properly. He could have forcefully abducted her to his harem. No... He requests and convinces with justification and wins her heart. How decent !! He makes love to her with her will and promises to come back in a few days with proper royal manners to ask her hand from the sage. The girl doesn't cry foul or raises doubt on the man whom she had given her heart and body. She is his wife.

2. The king is cursed because he was thinking of the forest girl he impregnated after willing marriage called Gandharv marriage and neglected his duty of welcoming a guest...Again a sage called Durvasa.
No power or position...Instant punishment because he was none other than the most powerful king, by a begging brahmin to forget whom he was thinking to neglect his duty. Here, the king was not a cheat. He was loyal to his love and promise to the extent he couldn't attend the most ferocious sage. The Sage cursed him most cruelly in the harshest ever term to forget his love because a king has no privacy. His duty for the state is supreme.

3. The sages, the Brahmins had no wealth other than tapasya...Penance..Worship of the truth..Practice of detached life far from the mundane world. For truth and to teach the reality. To understand the truth and propagate.

4. At that time, dowry was  prevailing but in a noble way not to treat it as a burden.. but as a respect to the newly Wed. Kanwa writes.. we are संयमधन..  penance is our wealth. We teach and train... We impart abstract...
5. A father writes to his son in law who has apparently ditched his his promise...his beloved...With respect...Reverence.. he requests with his views..His advice.. his explanatory suggestions what is to be done. No arrogance... No pride of being a cursing machine. He behaves with due respect.

6. He reminds the king of his duty in a sober voice.  He reminds the king of his own decision in marrying the girl on his considered will and his duty.

7. He also tells him to give the girl his due respectful position among other Queens. He leaves everything on the judiciousness of the king..Knowing fully well his wrong doing. He respects his in law against his obvious fault.

8. Anything beyond this will depend on her bhaagya or luck, the relatives of the bride have no say about that. See friends.. the system at that time.. the rule was balanced. A woman was treated with respect in the society. Law was strictly enforced and rarely flouted. People in general were pure in mind...Purer than the present days. The girl child was trained to shoulder the responsibility of household with all its creativity. She had her own dignity. And man was self content...preferred acceptance to rebellion. No BP.. No tension.... Faith and reliance was the base on which human life moved.

Now friends, it is your time to tell me if I left something or spelt any word wrong... I wish you enjoy more. Please understand Kalidasa, the great.... And the charm of Sanskrit literature. Thanks.

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.....I HAD ELOPED WITH YOU..

.....I HAD ELOPED WITH YOU..

You simply walked away from my life, ah.. had I earlier been told..
When you poke my memory, I blissfully forget I have grown old..
Your face is the sweetest piece of nature's view..
I am sorry, I feel now, I had eloped with you..

You came to my life and a magic it was when I was new to the world..
You gave me everything, fed me, led me to the music of the word..
The sound of your feet was like the sweetest note your flute could sing..
Yes, Monalisa, your saga in my life is the only thing I would expect you to ring..

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...SWEETS WET WITH FAITH..

...SWEETS WET WITH FAITH..

Your auspicious conch
Was blown in the tone of the cuckoo, Monalisa..
To announce your welcome..
I received your love message
Bedded with peacock feathers..
A letter of invitation besmeared with touch of soft and warm love ..
You had sent sweets wet with faith
In the juice of dew drops..

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.....WAITING IS EVER PAINFUL....

.....WAITING IS EVER PAINFUL....

Waiting is ever painful,
It is the sweetest feeling when you are the post..
Let it be never ending
I welcome it with folded hand to win you at any cost...
You are an enigma Monalisa
A sum unsolved with a feeling of ecstacy..
To miss in your memory
is the sweetest thing I want to live my privacy..

The harder is to melt you
The prouder I feel to have you my love..
You are the best I thank you
I chose you, the hardest problem ever on the earth to solve.
Your smile is the only thing
Precious I want in my life to earn...
How to please you
Is the only mystery I want to learn...

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.....तो तुम ही तुम हो..

Good morning, doston..

For your entertainment, friends..

तुम आती हो ख्वाबों में मेरे
तू ही दुनिया बन चुकी हो..
अगर कुछ है मेरे पास मोनालिसा
तो तुम ही तुम हो..
मुझे सुकून है तेरे अपनापन से
अगर नहीं हो तुम तो ठीक है...
तेरे यादों की सहारे खुश हूँ
मुझे और कुछ नहीं चाहिए, बस...

तुम सांसों में मेरे घुल चुकी हो मोनालिसा
तुम्हें अपनाएं और याद न रखें !!
ऐसे नादान हम हरगिज नहीं..
आप की दीदार करना हमें पसंद है..

जरूरत तेरी मेरे सांसों से है
तेरी इश्क़ तो मुझे कहीं का न छोड़ रक्खी है
न जाने ऐसे कौन सा नजारा है तेरे शरीर का
जो मुझे और देखना बाकी है...

You do come in my dreams
And you are my world now..
If I have anything with me, Monalisa
It is only you and nothing else..
I am happy with your nearness
If not you, let it be so..
Blessed I am with your sweet memory
Well, I don't need any thing else..

You have mingled with my breath, Monalisa
When I owned you
How can I forget you..
I am not that useless, please remember
I love to see you again and again..

My breaths do need you
Your love has exhausted me in full
Which portion of your body I am yet to see
I swear I don't know..

© SACHIDANANDA MISHRA

....YOU STAY HAPPY....

....YOU STAY HAPPY....

Wherever you stay Monalisa
You stay happy.
I am entitled
To speak this much at least..
Let there be the Black hooded Oriole
Playing in the golden mustard field
The spring has not long been seen
After you left..
Yes, the fountain of love is ever flowing
But, never ending is the wait...

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....ସିନ୍ଦୁର କଜଳ ନାଇଥା...3 ....MAKING YOUR FACE UP....

....ସିନ୍ଦୁର କଜଳ ନାଇଥା...3
....MAKING YOUR FACE UP....

ସୁର କଣ କେବେ ବଦଳି ଯିବ କି
ଧା କୁ ଧୈବତ କହିଲେ....
ଢ଼ିଙ୍କି କଣ ଆଉ ଚୁଡା ନ କୁଟିବ
କୈବର୍ତ୍ତ ସାଙ୍ଗିଆ ବୋହିଲେ...
ସମାଜକୁ ଧରି ସମରସ କଲେ
ଧରମ କହିବ ତେବେ ନା...
ଚଇତନ କାଟି ତଣ୍ଟି କାଟିଲେ ବି
ବୋଲେଇବେନି କି ଭାଇନା ...
ଇଜତ ଗଲାଣି କିଆ ଜଙ୍ଗଲକୁ
ସରମ ଗଲାଣି ଚୁଲିକି...
ଶାଳଗ୍ରାମ ଖାଇ ଖଟୁଳି ଗଲାଣି
ନାନୀ ଅନଉଛି ବୁଲିକି...
ଆଖିମୁଜି ସଖି ବଇଥା...
ସଙ୍ଗାତ ଗଲେଣି ବଇଁଶୀ ବଜେଇ
ସିନ୍ଦୁର କଜଳ ନାଇଥା...

Do you think the note will change
If you call Dhaibat to Dhaa ...
And the house crusher won't pound paddy to pounded rice
If surname will change to Kaivarta..
Dharma (religion) is that idea which balances all section of the society..
With sandal wood mark on forehead
If you pick pocket, you are still called Bhaina...
You have driven your sense of respect into Kewada grove
And integrity in to oven...
The deities have been digested with their base
And the protecter is still looking back
Be seated my sister..
Your life partner has deserted you
Keep busy in making your face up...

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......AN ARDENT LOVER I AM....

......AN ARDENT LOVER I AM....

Life was never an end game
Nor was it all experiment..
With expectations riding higher up
Neither was it ever a pure resentment..
Love, care and the finer feelings
Were all that we wished, isn't it ?
Whatever your eyes told, Monalisa
I tried my best to make me an addict..

Sweet is sweeter and the mind gets younger
If our wishes are all horses with wings...
How nicely we connect ourselves with the winner !!
With all pleasure and the exileration it brings..
You have touched me Monalisa, Infatuated  I am with your charm..
If captivating a soul is an art with flavour
You are a master and an ardent lover I am...

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